Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 1850 The God of Darkness
Somewhere in a smoky city, the industrial revolution is in full swing.

In the various factories near the river, the workers sweated like rain, and what shed was not sweat, but blood.

A worker who comes here can only live for an average of three years, and the amount of blood he urinates every day is not as much as that here.

The river course is full of waste that exudes a pungent smell, which is indescribable. In short, a noble lady can faint when she looks at it.

In an ordinary textile factory, steaming, steam-filled, and cramped space, there are sweaty workers standing one by one.

However, at the entrance of the factory, there is a large open space, comparable to the area of ​​half the factory area.

In the center of the open space, there is a statue. The statue is not big, only about the height of an ordinary person.

But it was placed on a five-meter-high platform with a block of pulleys.

This statue seems simple, but it is actually a spectacle. To build one, it takes at least five years of profits from a factory.

In the feudal era, it took tens of thousands of people to work hard for five years, which is called a miracle.

It was only after the modern industrial revolution that spectacle became popular.

Just like the Great Wall, how many Great Walls are enough for modern people to consume?I am afraid that a Great Wall can be built every year.

"Great God, please give me strength so that I don't have to work so hard." Every worker has to worship in front of the statue behind the factory entrance for 10 minutes before going to work.

Originally the best way is to worship for an hour, but the boss is really reluctant to bear this time.

Only the most devout people can get the holidays and a little overtime pay from the boss, but everyone still enjoys it.

As for where the energy obtained after worshiping went, no one knows.

At least not to the workers, only the owner of the statue knows where it is.

Although the workers can occasionally hear some rumors, or see some things, such as people from different sects come to the factory every Sunday to find the boss.

Give more or less money, then pull the statue away and replace it with a statue.

A discerning person can find out through the subtle features on the statues that the two statues are used in turn.

Just like a wooden bucket for fetching water, when the bucket is full, another wooden bucket will be replaced.

After throwing it away, replace it again.

Rumors began to spread in the factory one by one.

Somewhere in a workers' private meeting place.

A man drinking cheap sour beer cursed angrily: "We prayed to the God of Light, God gave us enough power to survive, but these powers were stolen by the damn boss through the statue!"

"Why is that?"

"I tried it and cut a wooden statue of God myself, but no matter how fine it is, I can't get that kind of power. It seems that only such a large statue can do it."

"But we can't afford such a large statue. I heard that it costs [-] gold dinars to buy it."

"Damn it, can we just endure the boss's plunder like this?"

"No one should be so pious next time."

"Isn't that blasphemy against God? You can't enter heaven after death." Someone worried.

"We can go to the church in the neighborhood to pray, and there will be three meals of dry bread there anyway."

Some people will ask, why come to the factory to work hard when there is bread to eat.

Nonsense, is there no money for the rent?
If there is no house to live in, they will be kicked out.

Some people say that you can live in the wild.

But there are no statues in the field, no churches.

In short, the population was forced to live together.

"Damn, they don't worry that we are all exhausted and no one worships God?" Someone said bitterly.

"Hmph, because people don't worship God when they are not tired. They already know this. Only a laborious worker expects God's help. Haven't you noticed? Those female workers, especially those who can give birth to children female workers are well protected by the church.”

"Damn it, don't men matter?"

"Men are really unimportant. A noble lord can raise a hundred maids and give birth to a thousand children in a lifetime."

"It's an exaggeration."

The workers laughed at the cheap joke.

Yes, one hundred maids can only take turns three times a year. Is it possible to make them conceive every year?
Of course it is possible.

As long as the servants help...

"We are little roosters in a chicken farm. Once we were born, we were destined to be crushed to death one by one. It is God's gift that we can live till now." Someone said suddenly.

At this moment, a voice sounded among the crowd.

"The gift of the gods? The god of light? It will only protect the rich and the king. The god of our poor is the god of darkness."

"Sunshine, sand, and fine wine belong to the rich, nobles, and kings. But what belongs to us is darkness, damp, and death."

When everyone looked over, they saw a man in a black cloak who lowered his head and said.

The crowd fell silent.

Because the other party is right.

The place where they live is dark and the worst basement, and even if they can rent some apartments, it is the worst location.

The kind that doesn't see the sun every day.

And this city doesn't have much sun.

The only people who can see the sun are nobles who live in country houses.

As for them, why don't they live in the countryside, because the land in the countryside has been occupied.

This is factory cannibalism.

In order to let them enter the factory, the king also issued a law on the punishment of homeless people. Once they have no fixed place, they will be driven away by the police. First, they will be sent to the factory to work, and those who escape will be sent directly to prison.

There is also work to be done in prison.

The only difference from the British Empire in history is that because of the existence of the God of Light, there is a need to worship to obtain energy, women and children are well protected, and they are all taken into the backyard of benevolent nobles and bosses .

In contrast, the oppression of men is twice as high as that of the British Empire.

Of course, old women over forty will be thrown out and treated like men.

In fact, most men can't marry at all, and they are basically the descendants of maids.

Only a few smart and beautiful children who can please the master can stay in the master's house and realize the class jump.

Most men, from birth, live in darkness.

"Yes, the God of Darkness is our God!" Someone shouted angrily.

They also want sunshine, they also want to stand in broad daylight, and they also want to marry a wife and have children in a dignified manner.

However, fate has long since put an end to this possibility.

They prayed to the God of Light every day, but they never got an answer. On the contrary, the power they generated belonged to the church and the king.

And all they got was dry, poor dry bread, full of sawdust and stones.

If you dare to bite down, 3 teeth will collapse.

If you want to eat this thing, you have to slowly soak it in cold water, and then eat it carefully.

(End of this chapter)